Breathe me like oxygen.

"With him I was drowning, without him I couldn't breathe"
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He doesn't think he's mental but everyone that matters to him does.
His parents.
His sister.
His friends.
His boyfriend.

He is, mental that is, he suffers from PTSD due to an accident involving his father. His PTSD caused him to develop extreme anxiety and depression. He self-harms. He's been suicidal. It all started about a two years ago. After he came out as gay. After the accident.

The only person who truly thinks he's sane is himself. But then, doesn't everyone who's crazy think they aren't?

He's thinks he's completely alone in this.
He's not.
But the person who saved him, wasn't who he thought was going to.
Trust is sacred and his has been ruined too many times.
And the one person who only wants to be there for him might not get a chance cause others have shattered his heart and ruined his faith in humanity.
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" I don't matter" I screamed, my body falling to the ground shaking with the sobs I begged myself to contain. Of course I couldn't. Why would anything work for me.
His body shadowed mine as he sat down pulling me into his chest, his fingers trailing over the body he knew so well "You matter to me"